First That I Remember

We all hold the firsts in our life dear to our hearts.

No, I'm not talking about THAT first. This is a music blog, and I don't blog about that part of my life. I'm not a 20 year old using sexual history to get noticed on the internet, and then using her regret about that for a career after that.

But I thought I'd get a couple of firsts out of the way. These are not accurate, some go WAY BACK,  but just some first.


First '45 I ever owned/was given: Elton John's Island Girl. True, about the same time I got the Marvel play along cd/comic for "Spider Man VS. Man Wolf", but the first '45, the first album I recall being given specifically to me was this little gem of a woman facing a world with gender, race, AND culture against her.

LETS DANCE!!

First Bands I Dug: The Beatles, Monkees, and of course, The Wombles. You can see the Wombles in "Breakfast on Pluto." They were a bunch of dudes in funky monster suits with tartans, who Wombled about.

First CD I ever bough: "Love and Rockets". By the band of the same name. This was back when all CD's came in ridiculously huge cardboard boxes, and at the tail end of goth/new wave. "So Alive" was such an amazing sultry song, the entire CD had to be amazing? Right? RIGHT?!?!?!




Eh. Was worth it for the song.




First Radio Station I regularly listened to: WNBC. They used to play music on the AM radio. Lots of it. I probably heard "Jackie Blue" two billion times until I was the age of 12.

First Radio Station that mattered: WNEW. They always had an amazing spread of rock, and while you might not hear Duran Duran on them, they embraced a lot of the new while keeping the old. The day Opie and Anthony threw out their amazing LP collection was the day New York radio died.

And, to close it off, a Last.

Last Radio Station that mattered: WLIR/WDRE.  This was a new wave station out of Long Island, which folks across the NYC/NJ area would bend their antennas in the most bizarre ways to get. They were incredibly innovative, low budget enough to have a slightly punk air, and were willing to stretch beyond their boundaries. Their Scream/Screech of the weeks were hotly contested battles to see which was the top song of the week, and they fought as long and as hard as they could.

Then one day, it may have been April Fools in fact, they went to Latin broadcasting without warning. I had just been talking with a programming director about their overplaying the Darkness before hand.

And now they were  gone.


So yes, a lot of pop music memory will be bitter sweet or saccharine, but it will still be memories.

Have a good day, y'all!